Thursday, August 17, 2017

The time has come to turn off "Trump." So I'm looking at myself as if I were me; therefore, I say I'm dead. I found myself swinging on the porch's swing. There I am sitting on the swing reading a mystery off of the New York Times' best seller list. It's my niece's house; her porch & swing. I have a place on the Ashley river not far from here. It's less than 50 feet from the water when the tide is up, high tide. They found 'black mold' & I will leave it at that, no more said. OK! Now! Because of the black mold, I have to leave my home. I can no longer live there. I have to live somewhere. This is just getting underway. I'll be moving out and about. Every few days my wife will move me around, this relative or that friend. They all have wonderful accommodations. Believe me when I say this: I have the greatest fear of waking up in the middle of the night, not remembering where the bathroom is because I'm not sure where I'm sleeping this night; there will be so many different twist and turns to getting there. I don't want to mess the bed up, you know! See the problem with me is that my memory has limited capacity. Like, you go from point A to point B and upon arrival you forgot what it was that you came into the house for, B. In this situation A is outside on the porch's swing. I do this all the time. For example, something pops into my mind's eye; I go to execute, yet there I backfire as they say. Yes! Just like now, I'm sitting at the table writing in my diary, wondering who out there will ever get its message. Trump is there, it's his position to stay. So get over it. Shape up your self esteem; this political stage upon which Trump will "trickle, twirl, and swirl." Not understanding that they use the Machiavellian approach when interacting with him. Trump is the novice in some off Broadway play, filling in for the Star - trying to unravel his creativity like a producer of a reality show. But! I need to pee so that I do nothing to shame on my wife. I'll have to find a tree, maybe.

Monday, May 15, 2017

We all change or "morph" as we experience life's interactions with our peers, or the generalized other, as when one interacts out and about town with others, those cherished personalities. It's especially true for me today because as I was going through my closet's offerings. I came upon a pair of whitish/yellow faded linen pants that I had worn when attending a special wedding between two dear friends. Yes! It was in France in a village in the Dordogne. I wore green socks and sandals, making a 'statement. Don't ask me what it was because it was a long time ago and I can't remember how I feel about last week; never mind, what I trickled, twirled or swirled through those many wonderful days hopping around Europe after attending their occasion: two fantastic people with wonderful open hearts; down to earth, understanding that it's the moment's outlook while reveling in this special convergence through marriage between loving friends. That is what counts. Now! I'm an Irish 'teetotaler' when I'm back home, you know. But here on the European continent, one is obliged to 'tip the elbow' as they say to play with the 'local' offerings. For example, Barcelona, Spain has 'Gaudi' and I did taste its, Barcelona's offerings. I was in Lisbon last month, tipping an elbow or two while enjoying the back streets around the city's market places. There were many tasty morsels, one after another as you hopscotch across its horn of plenty. Well, let me tell you about those pants: they fit and they are loose! So it was a monumental moment, knowing there are many more morsels I an eat and many more monuments to see before becoming obscene. I'm only just beginning my 75th year of life in my journey toward normalcy. Please! I'm not the 'naked prince or emperor' you know, for right next to the linen jacket I found one of my old Hawaiian shirts, yellow, tan, green and grey pattern representing the Island. So that, the outfit works like a trio of jacket, pants, shirt. Let me tell you this: it doesn't need the 'gold or silver' thing to work! It fits you know!

Sunday, May 14, 2017

YES! I got caught going into England because I followed the "rules." What do I mean by being caught? Well, Border Force, England's watch dog, is taking back its borders from the influence of the European Union. So what happened? My wife and I had been vacationing in Portugal and Germany; we were coming from Hamburg, Germany on the way to London, England, flying on British Airways Flight 965. We presented ourselves to the customs/passport agent; she decided to seize me and dump my wife in the hall way where she sat waiting for four hours to find out if I was going to be able to enter the country of England. Border Force decided that I was a threat to the people of England; so they put me on the first British Airways plane traveling to the United States without putting my luggage on board the aircraft - therefore causing my luggage to be lost, maybe even stolen from Heathrow Airport, as well as causing great emotional trauma to my wife, who is in her late-sixties. Yes! England's Border Force left my wife waiting for many hours at the airport thinking that I might be able to join her so that we could continue our vacation. At the very last minute, they informed her that they were putting me on British Airways flight 227 to Atlanta, Georgia within a few minutes. I was held incommunicado by the Border Force. At the last minute I was interviewed by one of its agents who asked me to sign a forming stating that I was treated in a very favorable manner. Now at this point I was under the impression that she was going to let me enter London so that my wife and I could continue spending our money, stimulating its economy. Otherwise, I would not have signed their form because I knew that my wife, Jinny, would be under great stress not knowing what was happening. Sidebar: My wife Jinny is a professional in her world; she was scheduled to meet Marge the following night, May 8th, at the Lamb and Flag discussing their personal ambitions as they abate the so many options to chose from. Jinny was truly looking forward to this respite between 'sisters' etc., enjoying the ambiance that London is so noted for. No! What really happened was that Jinny had to fend for herself in London waiting all that night. She was in the dark about where I was; she needed to find out where they were shipping me off too; so that, she could make arrangements to join me. Border Force said it was to Atlanta and that is what she thought until she went to a British Airways desk and was told there was no record of me on a flight. She could not stay in London not knowing where I was. Now could she? So here is the Fxxxing kicker: It was my 75th birthday; she wanted to do it "right": 21 days spread out over Portugal, Germany, & England. ending with a "girl's night with an old friend." What did she get: Extra! Extra! read all about it!: England's Border Force hit another $1000 dollar a day "tourist" out of the park, over the fence. It's taking back those borders without defining the nature of this new border they call: We are not European Union.

Monday, January 2, 2017

Visiting with others can be strange. With me it is never what it could have been. You Know! It's a thing of socialization. I never was socialized. What do I mean? Young Henry, who is six years old, knows the name of every state and its capital like, Boston to Mass. He knows their locations on the map as well as the shape of the state on the map. He is also learning the order in which the states became states. Then he performed on the "Keys," his piano. I was more than impressed. He comes out of a caring family. Sidebar: I'm a 74 year old guy who is intimidated by how much he must have missed because of his socialization or lack there of. Now! Ask if this behavior was ever encouraged in your family or any fact similarly to it? He is more in tune with life than most of us who are out and about today. OK! I'll admit it; I'm F***ing jealous. But, as is said: "the beat goes on;" Now! Surely, you too can have a companion to be the proverbial 'fall guy' from which you let your voice be heard. It's just a little bit of 'disassociation,' or altered state of consciousness. recognizing a more pleasurable environment to reside in. Rather like the association I had with Bernie, mentor - mentee. Bernie was the Banker behind my production. He financed all of my contracts; otherwise, I never would have qualified for M.D.R.T. status in 1975- million dollar round table in the Insurance world. So! that my image of myself was tethered to Bernie. Bernie was the 'door opener' in those days. He was part of the incrowd. To me he was the incrowd. Therefore, if little Henry's brain stays on course, when he gets to the incrowd, he will be GOD. - because his family of origin is being a -mentor mentee- an environment of creativity that fosters understanding. Yes! Like Henry's family.